
Saturn lingers, testing Venus’s fragile grace.
Tarot speaks, of time’s relentless toll.
Ten of Pentacles weighs heavy, love bound by duty. The Tower shatters, revealing fractures long ignored. The Empress stands, yet warmth turns to cold retreat. Four of Cups sighs, discontent seeping through once-bright dreams.
We seek certainty, yet time offers none.
Seven of Pentacles waits, a love measured in patience. Two of Swords hesitates, torn between staying and letting go. Nine of Wands endures, but for how long?
The heart aches, for a future unknown.
Six of Cups remembers, nostalgia’s sweet but fleeting touch. The Star glows faint, hope flickering in distant skies. Death stands near, whispering of change, not just loss.
Can love survive, when shadows stretch long?
The Tarot guides, but does not decide.
We search for truth, in love’s uncertain hands.
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